The golden sunset rests upon your brow,
And winter’s frost now crowns your silver hair;
Yet never did I love as I do now,
Nor find a face so timeless and so fair.
Each line mapped out upon your skin tells true,
Of storms we weathered and the joys we kept;
A sacred history I share with you,
While younger loves have faded and have wept.
Like ancient oaks with roots deep in the earth,
We stand against the turning of the years;
Knowing full well what constancy is worth,
Beyond the reach of vanity and fears.
So give to me your hand, frail though it be,
We’ll walk the twilight path until the end;
For in your eyes, my darling, I still see,
My life, my love, my lover, and my friend.
This piece reflects on the profound serenity found in a long-lasting partnership. It suggests that the physical signs of aging are not blemishes, but rather medals of honor earned through a lifetime of shared devotion.
